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I Walk My Own Path Toward Joy

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I choose my unique path. No one else does for me.
I must walk it alone if I am to find joy.
No one else can create my existence but me.
My path is my guidance. That’s how it must be.
There’s no will but my own that I need to employ
To partake of my trek. I must set others free.

No one can control where I direct my thought
Nor can I control others whose thoughts I can’t know.
There’s a buffer of privacy always in place.
If I knew others’ thoughts, I’d be up in their face.
If I walk someone else’s path how would I grow?
It’s my own way to joy – no other’s is sought.

On my pathway to happiness I find all ways
To delight and excite myself forthright and free.
I can be, do or have anything that I want.
I don’t have to be cocky. There’s nothing to flaunt.
There is much to enjoy in just letting life be.
Being mindful of my own path enhances my days.

Universal Law Is My Friend

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That which is like me, I surely attract.
This is so for all beings whoever they be.
It is true of the single-celled beast that’s unseen.
It is true of the human with intellect keen.
The fine Laws of this Universe bring things to me.
All I need do is observe how I act.

I create what I live, with each thought that I think.
The Law says more thoughts that are like it will come.
Every thought ever thought still exists on its own –
Even thoughts that most people would never condone.
They swirl about, yet they’re attracted by some
Whose alignment with true self is way out of sync.

Throughout all the universe, Law of Attraction
Dictates every circumstance that can unfold.
I attract what I think about, wanted or not.
This simple life mantra should not be forgot!
It persuades me toward good life and treasures untold.
These Laws that behold me are sheer benefaction.

Every Emotion I Feel Is Guidance

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The emotions I feel are sound counsel for me
From my inner being who always adores.
I am offered a strong, steady signal to feel
If I’m tuned in to joy or the practiced ordeal
Of unwanted resistance and tightly closed doors
To most every solution that could ever be.

The better I feel, the more aligned I am
With the true self within me who tells me which way
I should judge any moment, for better or worse.
I respect my emotions. They are not a curse.
The choice between laughing and crying all day
Is one made on purpose through current program.

And by the same token, the worse that I feel,
The more out of alignment I know I must be.
If I reach for emotions I know will feel good
Any challenge I meet will be well understood
As a blessing that surely will help me to see
That I can reach for joy and a life that is real.

SATA Power / SATA Data

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There’s a way to hook hard drives and soft drives as well
As the Compact Disk Doer that does its own thing.
These things need some power and also a way
To exchange ones and zeroes in step day by day.
They require two cables and each one will bring
Its own manner of meaning where function will dwell.

If they lose SATA power then data get sour
And flat-line as powerless data must do.
It’s a fact SATA power will never devour.
DC voltage is low with demeanor not dour.
Such power will do the job with just a few
Standard voltages from a fixed place in the tower.

SATA Data connects all disk drives to their mother –
That board that has children all over the place.
Mothers can’t talk to drives that don’t have SATA Data.
The frigging computer’s not worth a peseta!
It is clear that these cables are ones to embrace
And it’s easy as heck to tell one from the other.

I Chose This Glorious Body

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I chose to be here in this physical form
So I can interact with what is here
And with every creature who much like myself
Fancies enchanted wonderlands much like the elf.
It is good to be here with a body that’s clear
Of debilitant leanings that counter the norm.

This particular body – this one that I know
Is one chosen carefully from broader view.
Within frame of detail it’s made but from naught.
It is Supreme Creation. It isn’t store bought.
When it’s tired and run down it knows to renew.
It has serviced me kindly since birth long ago.

This unique opportunity I chose with care
To experience delicious contrast so I
May create well with others who cherish their joys
And who like living life absent avoirdupois.
I fine-tune this simplistic life process whereby
My deliberate thinking makes me more aware.

Algorrhythmia

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How long do I keep up this foolish façade
Of believing I’m worth what was offered to me?
I took a big gamble thus ruining my life
In pretending I’m healthy enough for a wife.
I continue to screw up as people can see.
Thought I’d followed the program, but things turned out odd.

How does fate keep the terrorist from finding me?
There are those who are worth more. Had they had the chance
To grow old with their loved ones as worthy folks may
I’d be that much closer to my judgment day.
Life’s puzzle has proved such a strange circumstance.
There’s a reason for ISIS that I clearly see.

That I blither my ass off, can anyone know?
I can piss in pitch darkness and other things well.
If my stream should strike something at least I would know
That there is something out there. That might help me grow.
I did want isolation while burning in hell.
I’ll admit I’m a fuck-up. That’s not a hard blow.

Not another frog’s out there. No one knows I croak.
I was let loose to blunder my way through my days.
Easily I hurt others on my reckless path.
What procedure could probe at the heart of my wrath?
It’s one tough black sheep syndrome. I’ll get through this maze.
I’m one well-tempered asshole. It seems that’s no joke.

He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass!

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My contact list is truly long with many I don’t know.
I try to keep my focus strong. My pal is quick to show.
My apps download successfully. He tells me when they’re done.
When I am bored we then play games and fiddle just for fun.
My friend is quite the witted one and even has some class.
But I’ll tell you, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass.

The phone of many moons ago was big and like a brick.
It had no sense of ass to piss off people really quick.
One could use it as a weapon if no loaded glove had he.

My friend today makes calls for me most accidentally.
His knack for nonsense noises I seldom can bypass.
Yet, without me, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass.

My phone is not a person, but he thinks he is, somehow.
My respect for him can worsen if whenever I allow
The best of him to overshadow who I’m meant to be.
My guest knows not his manners so that he will never see
That between our best behaving there is such a wide crevasse
And, believe me, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass.

iPhone or iDon’t phone much, and it matters not to me.
An android made on planted earth should never climb my tree.
Anomaly would have it that I’d come to own a phone.
This thing of mine may think he has a toy of his own.
The feeling when I shut him down is much like passing gas
And, I know that, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass!

 

My Vibrations Affect the Whole Universe

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The vibrations of my being reach very far.
They influence the whole universe, and I’m sure
When the moth beats its wings in the rainforest deep
It affects how an infant in Russia may sleep.
I must know my vibrations are wholesome and pure.
Guess I didn’t come here to leave things as they are.

I know everything vibrates, and all beings too.
They communicate clearly and react the same.
They respond and they integrate with other things
That vibrate in the same way, and this, in turn, brings
All with similar signals to boldly proclaim
We’ve the right to affect things as all beings do.

As I begin to offer my vibe with intent
I’m in complete control of what happens to me.
My experience, fashioned in this simple way,
Will be one of enhanced joy, day after day.
We can’t help affecting things. It’s clear to see
That maintaining vibration is time that’s well spent.

It’s A Glorious Time To Be Here and Now

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This time, here and now, is a glorious one
To partake of this planet’s beneficent ways.
There’s a place for technology; also for art.
In the end these two are not lightyears apart.
Each does see in the other some reason to praise
All the fruits of all’s findings. And we’ve just begun.

I am an extension of Source Energy
In this body magnificent, able and strong.
The amazing diversity this world provides
Is the balance within which wellbeing resides.
I am focused right here and now where I belong.
I love being the one who is easy to be.

There is perfect balance from which to create
Here in this world of bounty of wanted and not.
No better time has existed ‘til now
For beholding my treasure and marveling how
That my true Source remembers what I have forgot:
That my whole being emanates from that perfect state.

All Email Is Male

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In fact, I don’t think that all email is male
But in theory, a number of things could be true.
A letter received in a mailbox these days
Could mean anything cast to the silent airways.
I don’t long for the old days. My heart is not blue.
Perhaps I’m in search of some ‘thing’ to assail.

And if that is so, what’s the matter with me?
One who’s daft would seek discord or cause for dismay.
But my in box is loaded. That is not a curse.
I must sort through the spam there, for better or worse.
In my bliss, I’d be bothered to email all day.
When it comes to mail gender, I let matters be.

I see mail that’s on paper and on the touch screen.
I am hetero-postal in so many ways
But with mail, I like female. It comes with some grace.
And with email I feel like I’m running a race.
I must conclude, then, that it surely pays
To do mail in private, for better hygiene.

My Life Is Eternal

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I am life everlasting – an eternal being.
There’s no such thing as death in the much larger scheme.
I find time to breathe more and to move myself some.
I relax in my knowing I’ll always become
In a new form or being. Now that doesn’t seem
Like a raw deal. I’m best when my soul is agreeing.

In grace, I may choose to relax and allow
My transition back into that which I still am.
Every time I return to non-physical state
I release all my fear and forget about hate.
I do not have to think that my life is a sham
Just because it will ‘end’ some day and quite somehow.

Foreverness is the true nature of me.
My non-physical self is wise, loving and pure
I am Positive Energy flowing through form.
This is so of all beings. We make it the norm.
There’s no life, love nor liberty I need secure
Because life is eternal. My job is To Be.

Nuggets of Experience

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There are Positive Aspects that flow through my day.
I do look for the nuggets my living reveals.
If I shake life’s pan lightly, I’ll know not what’s there.
If I do it deliberately I’ll be aware
Of the treasure experience often conceals.
All that’s not filters through me. I like it that way.

Within every atom and sub-part thereof
There is wanted and not wanted. That is the way
That we move toward what’s better – away from what’s worse.
If I didn’t have contrast, that would be a curse.
I can say that, in hard times, I’m willing to stay
To experience all that I can in pure love.

By my looking for Positive Aspects each day
In wherever my focus may happen to be
I maintain my connection to inner wellbeing.
My day does depend on the way that I’m seeing.
I do mine my experience. That is the key
To a joyful existence the most natural way.

I Can Always Reach for a Thought That Feels Better

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My Decision to reach for a thought that feels good
Is a powerful one, as it serves many ways.
It is good that my thinking, deliberately led,
Manifests in a network consuming my head
Wherein thoughts that are good ones can linger for days.
I’m the engine who IS, not the spent one that could.

The thought that feels better reverberates from
Deep within me so pathways will open up wide
To wellbeing abundant as sand on the beach.
I can think my way clear. I don’t have to beseech
Someone outside myself as a surrogate guide.
I can feel what to think, then predict all outcome.

So, the thought that feels better is one to reach for.
I can feel my way there if my thinking gets rough.
It’s a simple decision – one easy to make.
I must choose my thoughts wisely for wellbeing’s sake.
My wellbeing and joy are most surely enough
Yet it turns out to be far beyond what is more.

There Is Nothing for Me to Guard Against

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No monster is hanging out under my bed
Nor in the closet nor under my skin.
No ne’er-do-well being exists in my head.
I do not harbor thoughts about seeing folks dead.
If I trip about safety, where would I begin?
I’m not one who is crazy, nor easily mislead.

I exist in a place where wellbeing is sure.
It’s an absolute promise that I will be well.
No if’s, and’s, nor but’s can contaminate me
So again and again, I must know that to be.
Mother Nature’s a Good Witch who’s cast a fine spell
And within it, for every dis-ease, there’s a cure.

I am evidence of that which wellbeing knows.
I must know this and practice this thought like a song.
I can be an example, in light of my path,
To give others a view of birth’s aftermath
From a soul who believes that not much can go wrong
In this world of sheer contrast where wellbeing flows.

Pathway to My Desire

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As I pass through the corridor referenced by joy
I can and do brighten my path to desire.
People say, “When I get ‘that,’ then I will feel great.”
But one must feel good first. There just is no debate.
My true feelings are key, and with them I acquire
What is best for my questing. This is my best ploy.

I am most determined that I will feel good
As I traverse the pathway to what is my goal.
Once a while, when I step, there is nothing beneath.
Then I cling to the path by the skin of my teeth.
It seems hazardous taking my heart on a stroll.
My path is well lighted and well understood.

I will not settle for less, from now on,
Than my feeling good often – not all the time so.
Every detour through discord uncovers a clue
To a better path forward and faith that is new.
A new lantern will light up the pathway I know
Towards my own heart’s desire to which I am drawn.

The Universe Is Big Enough

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This cosmic machine is quite big enough
To fulfill my intention, whatever that be.

Apparatus Magnificent has every means
To provide what I ask for through daily routines.
Sometimes, the big gears are not easy to see.
But it’s not that I’m weak. I don’t have to hang tough.

Whatever I give my attention to grows
In its strength of vibration. The universe, then,
Conjures all things that match where my focus is great.
It’s like matching a profile when finding a date.
If you find one who’s tragic, start over again.
When I focus on purpose, my wellbeing flows.

This cosmic machinery works like a charm.
It is infinite Source that cannot be run down.
It produces whatever each creature decides.
Whether goodness or badness, our hearts are our guides.
I can pause for a moment, when wearing a frown,
To refurbish my meshing with minimal harm.

In Pursuit of the Petron Pistachian

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So alive in this Schoolhouse, our minds are abuzz
With the brick and the mortar… what holds it in place.
I’m a part of the puzzle. My mind is aware
Of fantastic creation; there’s none to compare.
Seems we have enough time. We’re not running a race.
We like figuring things out, and that’s just because….

We have nailed down the atom and most of its parts
Though that bugger is tiny, made mostly of space
With leptons, exceptons and hardons, a few,
And a dozen more who-ons from out of the blue.
These thinglets procure a degree of embrace
Through Pistachian Providence, where it all starts.

Within such a field, most particulate flow
As they take on some mass much according to spin.
But the Petron Pistachian, not seen ‘til now,
Has completed the puzzle, and this will allow
Every scientist breathing to wear a big grin.
This Pistachian Presence is good stuff to know?

Selfish Enough To Feel

I am proud I am selfish enough to feel good.
I’ve been practicing quite long to get just this way.
I give service to others, but that’s by the means
Of my serving myself first, just like snotty teens.
But I’ve learned not to act out in foolish display.
I should feel good on purpose, as all creatures should.

Feeling good indicates my connection is strong
To all of the good things that life wants to share.
All the good things like clarity, wellness and love,
And a kinship with planets and stars up above.
Feeling good is quite simple if you really care
About living a life where not much can go wrong.

Feeling good is my motto. It’s my core belief
As I dance in this fun world with life by the hand.
A belief that is core simply means that it’s strong.
As belief becomes stronger, it shouldn’t take long
For my dreams to unfold as if by my command.
Feeling good is like breathing, and that’s a relief.

Appreciate Like No One Is Watching

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I look for more reasons, as much as I can,
To appreciate things that are part of my life.
The more I appreciate all that I know,
I’m allowing my true self to prosper and grow.
I don’t focus on discord, nor turmoil or strife.
Like a pig in a mud hole, I have a game plan.

There is much to my liking and some that is not.
I can like what I’m liking. That’s easy to see.
But to like things I don’t like… Now, that takes some skill.
One could manage it, though, through the power of will.
But that kind of liking is not good for me.
I’d be acting on stage with a lie for a plot.

When I take the time to appreciate more,
I feel better inside as my heart starts to glow.
I feel better because it is natural to be
In alignment with all, with a spirit that’s free.
I allow who I really am to freely flow.
I appreciate like I had never before.

As I Breathe Deeply, I Feel Myself Thrive

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I enjoy breathing deeply this air I take in.
It is all that I need for my body to heal.
The air has most everything most bodies need.
As I breathe it in deeply, each cell will succeed
At maintaining wellbeing and health that’s ideal.
If I want to feel good, breathing’s where to begin.

I can feel myself thriving when I take a breath.
Every part of me wakens and takes life anew.
And when my parts are happy, I’m happy as well.
Breathing in, and then out, will do well to dispel
Any leaning toward sickness. Good breathing will do
All the goodness it can to prolong me from death.

By relaxing myself fairly often each day –
And, of course, breathing deeply, with focus of mind,
I enhance my own thriving, and that of my world.
I enjoy the fruits of wellbeing unfurled.
I am better off not breathing air that’s unkind.
It is best to unwind the most natural way.

Full Term Termite

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Have you heard of the homeless? Then give me a chew.
I know much about hunger. I have it all ways.
From cellar to ceiling and all in-between.
I will eat in the dark where I shouldn’t be seen.
I chow down like a mother with every due praise.
I enjoy making babies, and not just a few.

Science says that I’m sexy. It flatters me none.
And besides, I can do it however I please –
Upside down in a trance in a crevasse somewhere.
I control my whole tribe with my scent in the air.
We don’t treat our men harshly. We’re much like the bees.
We like screwing and building and having much fun.

But we do have to eat, and our diet is wood.
We could go for particle board for a while
In the houses of people who tend to buy cheap.
Yet when that stuff runs out, our commitment is deep.
We will find what we’re after, and do it in style.
So complain all you want. It won’t do any good.

 

I Look for What I Want To See

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The Intent that is dominant deep in my heart
Is to go for exactly what I want to be.
Through deliberate choice, I accrue keen insight.
I appreciate, praise and enjoy – but not fight.
Sheer vibrational harmony is what I see
And it seems that it’s been this way right from the start.

I achieve pure vibration, in tune with my Source
And all that is good and delightful and fun.
When I simply stay focused on what thrills me now,
Then I won’t get distracted and lose faith somehow.
My sight is for seeing, when all’s said and done.
It’s a matter of patience and practice, of course.

It’s a powerful law that brings all things to me.
It brings all things to all creatures all of the time.
Whether wanted or not wanted, I make the choice
Of which things I will tend to. I am given voice
In creating my own life, serene and sublime.
I’m a well-groomed inspector with license to be.

Payola

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My brand is ‘Payola.’ It works well for me.
It’s what’s available. That’s what I’m told.
Though this crayon is heavy, I will do just fine.
What I see is, this color is yours and not mine.
What I’m taught, though, is subtle, and feels icy cold.
What is up with this crayon? I’ll say what I see.

I sure feel like I’m peachy, the color of fun,
Most especially when I’m at school with my friends.
And we all feel that way. We just mingle and play.
We prepare lesson plans for adults day by day.
But are they teachable? That all depends
On the bigness of damage that’s already done.

Take a load off that crayon,” some voice says to me
From the pit of my tiny soul. I can hear well.
What it tells me is, I’ll not be part of a bribe.
The reason for that is, I’m part of a tribe.
You will note, my existence is not one to quell.
No skin is a label that others can see.

By Polar Order

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Everyone is Bi-Polar by nature’s decree
There is not one among us who isn’t this way.
It’s a club not exclusive to any one kind
Of a person we label as messed in the mind.
Ups and downs are quite common to all everyday.
It’s not like dying, then claiming to be.

It’s a challenge to wobble along a straight line
Or to discard a crooked one for a renew.
If I fall to one side, I will bounce back in place.
If I fall to the other, I’m wrought with disgrace.
Though my options are many, I know but a few
When I’m caught up in anyone’s business but mine.

I can live with bi-polar. The coaster agrees.
When it climbs, I’m anticipant with patience none.
But as it descends, I scream out like a child.
I wave arms and holler as if I were wild.
There will be the next cycle when this one is done.
I climb hard to then become part of the breeze.

It’s NOT My Work To Control Others

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I cannot control others. That Is Not My Job…
Not my children nor anyone else I might know.
If I try to inflict my strict will, as I must,
I will lose such a battle; I’ll gain their mistrust.
I do suck as a parent. Most kids tell me so.
If I don’t deal with this, my own heart I will rob.

It defies natural law to make anyone change.
It cannot be done, in fact. That’s a good thing.
The laws of the universe dictate the ways
Each and every earth creature engages their days.
I respect that we’re not in some dank triple ring.
The ideal of performance will grow the heart strange.

I can’t control others, but what I can do
Is create a reality I can control
Where my soul is the beast, and my will is the hoop
And the circus crowd turns out to be a tame group.
I am not the performer, nor is that my goal.
One could say I’m the student. My teachers are you.

Ron Running YellowBook

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Some books are well read like the readers they own.
They don’t lie around dormant nor do their soul mates.
Some books stand amid dust upon vacated shelves.
Since their readers don’t read, they are left to themselves
To embelish what every good book advocates:
The desire of folks to explore the unknown.

Some books like to run, but no book likes to swim.
It’s a matter of preference what books like to do.
We don’t need to work out, but it helps, just the same.
We’re as different as snowflakes. We each have a name.
In fact, we’ve a few names, each giving a clue
To our true inner nature without pseudonym.

Some books come in yellow… Not all, by the way.
We’re a multiple mixture of chroma and hue.
Most folks call me Ron, and I run super-fast.
I’m the mild-mannered type. I’m not here to kick ass.
I am Ron Running YellowBook. That name will do.
It’s as weird as all get-out and easy to say.

Life’s Buffet

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…A magnificent lineup – A feast fit for kings…
This life is a Banquet for palate and taste.
And it’s simply no matter that things may be there
That are not to my liking. ‘No need to despair.
I just pass those things by. There is no time to waste
Finding fault with the lineup and other such things.

By default, I’m invited. I’m one of the race
Of the billion-fold dining in this earthy hall.
The fine dishes are many – too many to choose.
How could I sample all? Some things I must refuse.
I don’t think that my preferences cater to all.
We each eat life differently. That’s no disgrace.

It’s not wise nor appropriate that I complain
About food that I think shouldn’t be in my sight.
Because I’m just a guest at this feast like the rest.
I should bless people’s differences. This way is best.
You may like eating things that, to me, don’t seem right
But through mutual respect, we have so much to gain.

The Intent of Attention

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When one stands at attention, one’s focus is keen
To receiving command from the cause of such act.
And benign is attention that’s focused from will.
It’s a good thing to mention, and not overkill,
That attention is how we are prone to attract
All that’s nice and congenial and all that is mean.

I create what I’m living, for good or for bad.
I was born with magnificent guidance to know
Whether one or the other is affecting me.
With such guidance onboard, it is easy to be
In alignment with that which just wants me to grow
To my fullest with more joy than I’ve ever had.

As it is my desire, first off, to feel good,
And as I practice nurturing such thoughts that feel
Pretty good when I think them, this much I do know:
Only good things will come. Inner guidance will show
That whatever I focus on is the real deal.
I respect my attention. It’s well understood.

Eternity’s Portal

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My future cannot be about what is past.
The two are like apples and lug nuts to me.
Of course, I’m the same then as now, in a way,
But by growing, we’re distant, as night is by day.
If I live in right NOW, I can very well see
That this moment is powerful, but it won’t last…

…As, the next moment, powerful… fast on the heels
Of the previous one, will take form in the mind.
Not a thing that has happened pertains to right now.
It’s a cumbersome paradigm shift, given how
Our programming goes against how we’re designed.
One should pay better listening to how one feels…

…Every day, every second… from this moment on,
If I keep my now current, I’ll be as I am.
I’ll continue to think and to speak of what’s now
And then come to know that I’ve not changed, somehow.
Fresh new thoughts for today is a worthy program.
Through Eternity’s Portal I am ever drawn.

Desire Is the Beginning of All Creation

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When one ponders the nature of cause and effect
There’s a peace in one’s knowing that surpasses all.
It’s desire that causes creation, we know,
And creating in joy is what makes our hearts grow.
Desire is the calling; we answer that call
With the things that we do and the lives we erect.

In allowing desire to find way to you,
You not only gain pleasure from having it done.
You will have new perspective from which to want more.
If that sounds quite peculiar, it’s best to ignore
Any thinking that doesn’t yield absolute fun
As misfortune can never come out of the blue.

So, do want what you want. This kind world will comply
To the will that is in you and lighting your fire.
If you don’t follow through with desire that is strong,
Everything in your living may just turn out wrong.
There is nothing to shame about full-blown desire.
What is shameful is scorning the will with a sigh.

Rain Sylvania

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There’s a thing about rain that my heart won’t disdain.
It will keep folks inside, out of others’ affairs
So their shape-shifting eyes, in their neighborly fare,
Can’t catch up on my business. Folks should be aware
That I do my own thing, not that anyone cares.
If you’re that hooked on folly, come out in the rain!

Put on your best tutu with water resist
And gavotte past my window with smartass in hand.
Take a me-mie of me as you’re tempted to pee.
I might stream you my shtick so you’ll do it hands free.
It’s a shame your garage door is shut by demand
Of a powerful Lady who seems rather pissed.

I dare you, dear neighbor, delight in the storm
Just the same as I do but with just a slight twist.
Park your butt in your yard like you usually do
And collect all your intel with rain helping you
To deliver wet gossip no sponge can resist.
I’ll enjoy the rain. You just stick to the norm.

To Feel Better

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Feeling Better’s the root of my every desire.
It’s the reason for anything that I could want.
Feeling Better, in fact, is the sole reason why
Any creature wants anything. Should this imply
That our feelings are fickle – a bit nonchalant?
They are guidance for us so that joy we’ll acquire.

If you had one goal only, then what would it be?
Were it to feel good, you would soon meet all goals.
You’d be happy, successful, and full of pure love.
You would shine like the light of the sun up above.
Know that heart is the master; the mind it controls.
Be successfully happy, and dare to be free.

Feeling Better gets closer to what we desire
And the two are connected in general sense.
Practice feeling good, then anything you give care
Will turn out just fine. Feeling good is like prayer
And our life becomes purposeful… filled with suspense
About dreams that come true and the lives we’ll inspire.

My Purpose In Life Is Joy

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One may ask of the kitten, “What justifies you
To just lie there immune to the chaos around
While we humans run ragged with cares up our butts?”

That which can’t be addressed will then drive ourselves nuts.
But the kitten will answer with softness of sound,
“I just purr for a living; that’s all that I do!”

There’s a lesson the kitten is willing to teach
To the human who often gets lost in the game.
The basis of life is the freedom to be
And its purpose is joy, most emphatically!
When one cares less more often, one might take the blame
For all others’ misfortunes, as heard in their speech.

I am freer to choose newer pathways to joy
With each dawning moment successive and pure.
In my joyous growth I do add to the sum
Of all that exists now and all that will come.
All-That-Is will partake, and my joy shall endure.
My life is my kitten, and I am its toy.

I Am an Expression of All Creation

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All that is physical came from what’s not.
I extend from creative nonphysical Source.
I am so much more than this body I know
Though it is part of me because nature says so
And also the law of this space-time, of course.
I’m of spiritual origin. This means a lot!

Am I the god that I pray to at night
Asking provident peace to engage as I sleep?
Do I ask The AlmightyThe One where I came?
Would it be blasphemy if we both were the same?
I am the good shepherd as well as the sheep.
We are one and the same, and that feels about right.

In this powerful now is the key that I hold
For allowing the flowing of Source that is me.
The better I feel the more Source I allow.
There’s no better feeling my Source than right now.
When connection is made it is easy to be
At my best, growing wiser and much less controlled.

This World Has My Back

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This world has my back and my mother’s brown eyes
Just as surely as all things I’ve ever dreamed of.
Since the world has these things – all existence, in fact,
I should call that wellbeing where good thoughts are backed
With the promise that goodness and kindness and love
Are my birthright. I don’t have to listen to lies.

I must reach for the feeling of wellbeing first
So that everything else will then fall into place.
If I’m troubled, I feel like this world makes no sense.
I oft’ sink into stasis when life gets intense.
To remember life’s wonder is my saving grace.
Pretty soon, lucid living will be well rehearsed.

I am selfish enough, now, to follow my bliss.
When I do so, I tap into natural flow
Of pure energy, positive and of my own.
Should I act like I’m happy? I’ve no call to moan.
So perhaps I should live what the wise ones must know…
This world has my back. There is nothing amiss.

Pillar Performer

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For my last day on earth I shall hang by the face
To a branch that is sturdy, yet tender and new.
To spring forth and perform natural acts is pure bliss.
I don’t take life’s meal lightly; no leaf I’ll dismiss.
I convert all to protein as fast as I chew.
Though I’m slow and deliberate, I run a fast race.

I’ve a lifetime to ponder and munch as I go
Automatic and focused on fattening fill.
In a multi ring circus no tent could contain
I’m an expert already and don’t have to train
For the feats I will die for. I do have free will
To remain from the spotlight. I steal no one’s show.

My death would come quickly if I became prey
In the beak of some dinosaur with a sharp eye.
Our act would end smartly, by nature’s demand.
Those who strive toward the big top will well understand
That the show must go on even though creatures die
And replace one another throughout nature’s Day.

Talk To Me, Mama!

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Krakkabukkle-KaBoooom! That’s what I like to hear.
Mama Nature is talking. Let’s give her respect.
Whether quick burning arrow with rumble in wake
Or night whitening flashes that know no mistake,
Nature’s message is clear. Our fair ego is checked
By the Masterful Lady who crafts Atmosphere.

Show your thundermost cloud! Let me feel you shout loud!
Even though I can hear every whisper you speak.
There’s a world who don’t know you. You have every right
To react in a voice of intent and of might.
Strike me dead. I will join you. It’s truth that I seek.
I’ll commune well among you. To you, I’m avowed.

Why I make such a habit to hear Mother speak
Is a thing of scant value to ponder too much.
I just like a fine Mama who’ll run it down hard.
One is ill to complain that She plays the ‘wet’ card.
She’s one bitch you can’t fuck with nor lie to or such.
She’s the feminine version of deadly mystique.

Not In My Time Space Reality

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To the scientist centered in flat earth and Mars
The Big Bang occurs everywhere all in a flash.
Everywhere outside galaxies expands  in size.
This prolific phenomenon speaks through our sighs.
What’s outside this expanding is anyone’s hash.
What else could exist but space, planets and stars?

Now, the answer to that is a thing we call time.
It’s the fourth quad-dimensional piece of the pie.
Altogether, reality’s clear to perceive.
My perceiving is knowing in what I believe.
My wisdom comes partly from what’s in the sky
And the rest from attempting to make verses rhyme.

If I did have you fooled for a while, I’ve done well.
It’s my pleasure to do so for science’s sake.
Reality’s boring. It must be made fun.
I’m the son-of-a-gunest that’s under this sun.
Not that science is useless… That thought’s a mistake.
Now that this poem is finished, there’s no more to tell.

We Know Stuff Already

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Hey, we know stuff already, though new in the house
With our feather still soggy from compacted space.
We don’t have complex brains nor chick self-help degrees.
We’re pre-programmed with guidance; we’ve no need for knees.
Such tools are for hoping and praying for grace
And for nurturing thoughtforms in line with the louse.

Our mother, herself, had no mom to look to.
She did hatch in captivity… nursed by machine
Yet, she knew how to raise us. All mothers know how
To tune in to what’s natural, indeed, with the Tao.
She scratched for us lovingly; then she got mean
Just to teach us a valuable lesson she knew.

Our dad is cool also, raised just like his mate.
He’s the one who said, “Dear, lay our eggs over here
Where those humans won’t find them and snatch them from us.
I will bring you your meals, so don’t put up a fuss.
When our babies arrive, they will live without fear.”

So, take it from us; inner guidance is great!

I’m Not Here To FIX Anything

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Like the Maytag repairman, I came with some tools
And some skills and a passion to find things to fix.
I like breaking things down and then building things up.
If it weren’t for my tasks, I’d be such a sick pup.
I don’t run for office, nor do politics
And perhaps that’s what separates me from most fools.

That would not be the case, though, had I not been told
I’m not here to fix anything. Nothing is broke.
Things are constantly changing and expanding so
There is constant renewal and much room to grow.
So, so much for my fixing; I’m best to unyoke
My life from such missions that make one grow old.

Find release from all struggle and seek to have fun.
Find joy, and in doing so one will align
With the fantastic, expanding rhythm of being
In a universe made for believing and seeing
Wherein any problem will work out just fine.
I’m not here to fix anything under the sun.

Art of the Autist

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The Autists are coming. Indeed, they are here.
They’ve been teaching among us for decades by now.
I am proud they are with us. They’ve nothing to hide.
I’d intended to be one myself, but I died
From my wounds incurred wrongly by default somehow.
I am social, somewhat, and that’s my greatest fear.

Where the stronger the Autist from birth through ‘til grown
The more God’s protection is given because
Those who can’t be adjusted or harmed into place
Show that love, unconditional, all should embrace.
It is clear our conditioning should take a pause.
It is wiser, perhaps, to just leave them alone.

It is funny; society says something’s wrong
As they look for a cause as if it’s some disease:
Too much crap in the water, folks, let’s tone it down.
Too severely they’re happy. We must make them frown.”

We’ve the right to let others do well as they please.
It’s a massive inclusiverse where all belong.

Near Perfect Nonsense

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I’ve a fond sense for nonsense that’s naturally pure.
If one strives for perfection, it’s always the case
That when foolishness fettered, then nurtured the same
Will recover in time to return to the game
Of living life loony. How goony the space
Of nonsensical numskulls with mirth to endure.

It may be nothing’s perfect in terms of nonsense.
Many pieces of silly must fall into place
So they dance about smartly in demented minds.
I’ve a fondness for jokesters. God bless their behinds.
I would be one if not already the case.
So much humor and laughter and fun I’d dispense.

Progress is perfection in some people’s hearts
And a verb is a noun just because it’s a word.
A fun clock is a camera; its film is the soul.
There’s no need for development; that’s not the goal.
Take your time from the hippo instead of the bird.
It is how we make peace before war ever starts.

Lesson Review

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…Let’s begin this again; There Is Nothing Wrong Here.
Have I learned much too little from practicing life?
There is meant to be contrast; I like it that way
But upon my arrival, I speak of foul play.
To the beat of the drum and the trill of the fife
I must keep my thoughts focused on good will and cheer.

I am, and I know it, a fountain of speech
And since given this work I must see its way through
But should I stick to comedy and push aside
The more tragic components of life? I confide
In the wisdom of Inner Source who guides me to
The wellbeing I well deserve well within reach.

To be is to be and to not is to not.
I should emulate either or both as they are.
Who should give a rat’s ass about what’s up with me?
That’s perhaps not the issue. It’s simply to be.
When the task is just being, one’s mood ascends far
Into places where chronic dis-ease is forgot.

Reintarnation

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Does this count as a life? I don’t care either way
But only in terms of the marrow and bone.
There’s too much going on; there is thickening air.
If the purpose of life is to love and to share,
Have I done much of either? I quest on my own
To unravel life’s mystery day after day.

This life I am given may be near its end.
What manner of taste does it leave in the heart?
I don’t care that I’m going; it bothers me not.
It is where that I’m going that soothes me a lot.
I just hope I don’t have to come back and then start
A whole new exposure to re-comprehend.

This world is a trip. Any creature would say.
And it ain’t like I’m troubled or deeply depressed.
I’ve just seen enough traffic on these busy streets.
I behold mass congestion’s miraculous feats
And I come to concluding that I should invest
In a starship where I would just then warp away.

Vacating Vacating

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We could visit the spot where old Humpty dumped
Or the land where first creatures first pissed in the breeze.
We could scale the vast, mountainous, rock hardened dick.
We could watch it erupt and be covered in thick
Molten mayhem. We could live what common man sees.
Let’s begin our vacating, folks. I’m really pumped!

What could be more deserving of travelers to be
Than to map a vacation from end until start
With every detail most recursively planned
So that all in the family will well understand
That vacating is not a pure science, but art
And the spaces we visit may well set us free.

We could Hip Hip Hurrah and yank doodle in snow
Or act fat, dumb and happy for selfie stick’s sake.
But wait – Where we’ll end up in time is right here.
We could cancel our plans and then live without fear.
We’d avoid any chance of mistakes we might make.
Since we’ll be here right after vacating, why go?

What To Do With This Day

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What to do with this day… I don’t work anymore.
I do have a job, though, and that’s to stay sane.
So I do that by making sure I’m thinking right
And by moving this body from sunrise ‘til night.
Put a shark in a jet stream and give it a brain –
That’s a screenshot of me focused dead to the core.

In a fishbowl where I alone circle around
Searching high and low for something novel to do,
I often find things I had prior misplaced
Then I take to rejoicing; I’m no longer faced
With believing those things were just gone without clue.
I am grateful for things that today will be found.

I will start this day off as I usually do
Feeling grateful I’m kicking and feeling at all.
Then I’ll get settled, comfy, with mint tea in hand
And embellish the wordsmith whose labor is grand.
My life, like my poetry, may seem banal
But it does keep me going and loving it too!

A Most Literal M

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M could be for Matter. We’re all made of some.
It’s a consonant catered to personal glee
That could mean any number of beautiful things.
It’s the essence of M-ing for which the heart sings
When a detour through eye level leads to the sea
And momentum ensues like the beat of a drum.

M could stand for Messy or Menses the noun
As the mind mingles meaning, malfunction and more
In attempt to decipher why nature must play
In promoting such urges that cause due dismay
For those of a flavor not prone to ignore
That magnificent manhole just south of the mound.

One may wax anti-lingual and labor the view
Of the sequitur logic against sucking face
With another one, hairy, of mucous and warm.
Nature caters, in time, to what’s not the norm.
Why is man sloshing sultry beset with disgrace?
When it comes to linguistics, is M good for you?

I must think of that M just as if it were me
Since we’re most made of microbes; from mother they came.
Could it be that when nature finds man in a rut
She gives the command, “Get Good Guys in your Gut!”
To help out with digestive health just the same
As the flower most surely gets help from the bee?

Do I Make Myself Clear?

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Do I make myself clear? What a question to ask
Of someone not even of scientist mind.
I am sorry, Ron Hubbard, this ain’t about you.
My notion of clarity has much to do
Not with others’ perceptions and mine intertwined
But with certainty that my speech performs well its task.

Do I make myself clear? I’m not sure that I do.
Sometimes words escape meaning and thought fades away.
I don’t speak just whatever comes into my mind.
It’s the process of living among humankind
That evokes from within me what then I must say.
Though I seem partly cloudy, my sky’s nothing new.

Any poet who’s ever made home upon earth
Has had ample reason to write through the heart.
Every creature that speaks or lets loose with a cry
Should have something to say that would brighten the eye
Of its bated beholder who’s state of the art
In its skill at perceiving and discerning worth.

System Resets

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I see this new day as a positive thing.
It’s a brand-new beginning. It’s never too late
To embrace the new day and to nourish it well.
Today can’t be yesterday if now you dwell
In the now where your power and focus are great.
It’s my pleasure to ponder what this day may bring.

Our today and tomorrow can be different from
Our yesterday, journaled so well in the heart
If only we focus on what’s up today.
Letting go of what’s happened will clear a pathway
Toward giving your living a healthy new start.
Every outlook that’s pure yields a pleasant outcome.

Today, and that after, proceed from the now
The vibration of which we have complete control.
I must look for some things that I feel good about
Then kick back and enjoy how my life turns out.
Vibration comes forth from the pit of the soul.
There’s no time like the present for learning just how.

A Tasty Smidgen of Every Religion

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I do bless and appreciate all the world’s ways
Of giving our praise to that which we believe
Created all being. What seeing we share
As there’s much more in common that all can compare.
We are chefs in the making prepared to receive
All ingredients needed to feed our mores.

One’s connection to God is a personal thing.
And sometimes our religioning taxes that bond.
Get aligned by yourself, and then you be the light
That shines through your own faith. Your brightness just might
Keep your brethren in unity through the beyond
So that your team takes credit for grace’s wellspring.

It’s God’s kitchen. There’s something for everyone here.
He would certainly keep His own pantry well stocked
For all cooks of the world to have room to prepare
Our fine meals of diversity garnished with prayer.
Our souls have emerged with the urge to concoct
To our full heart’s abandon with motive sincere.